"Leader!"
"Ye Zun!"
"My lord!"
At the sight, the Warriors of the Heaven-Slaying Alliance seethed with fury, their eyes nearly splitting at the corners. At the same time, they could not help feeling boundless sorrow, as though a towering edifice were about to collapse.
They knew full well that a supreme powerhouse like Ye Tianming could never die so easily merely because his head had been severed. Even so, the head was a vital part of the body. Losing it meant his flesh was no longer whole, and his immortal nature would be broken.
Coupled with the wounds he had already suffered... defeat was probably imminent!
Ye Tianming reacted with extraordinary speed. The instant his head was severed, he swept both arms around and reached to snatch it back. At the same time, he activated the divine ability Dark-Moon Silent Flow once more, freezing time.
Yet when he reached for his own head, he discovered that it had somehow become an illusory shadow.
The Azure Cloud Sect's Spirit-Taming True Immortals had already imbued it with Hyperdimensional Transformation, shifting it into a strange plane akin to that of shadows.
Unable to retrieve his head, Ye Tianming's body could only fly backward, evading the successive attacks that followed before landing on the deck of the Silver Fish Immortal Ship.
At his severed neck, silvery-white blood tinged with gold flowed backward into his body. Then his hands seized the Ritual Robe he wore and gave it a fierce tug, stripping it off and throwing it aside.
Immediately afterward, a totem-like face appeared on Ye Tianming's chest, with his nipples as eyes and his navel as a mouth.
"Even now, you still want to fight?" Sun Zhuo frowned at Ye Tianming, finding his stubbornness an enormous headache. "The Heaven-Slaying Alliance must be eradicated. No